"Argh…" Riku groaned as he felt his body trembling in pain. He fluttered his eyes open. At first, everything was a blur—swirling light, fractured shapes—but seconds later, the haze cleared, and reality came crashing in.
The Rezvani was wrecked.
Smoke hissed from the crumpled hood, curling upward through shattered glass. The dashboard was split, spiderweb cracks ran across the windshield, and the passenger side door had caved in where the truck had slammed them broadside. Blood dripped down his forehead, stinging his eye before sliding off his cheek.
Every breath burned his ribs. Every twitch of his fingers felt like lifting boulders. His seatbelt had locked him in place, digging deep into his chest. He forced a hand to the buckle, fingers trembling until it finally clicked free.
"Damn it…" His voice was hoarse, barely a whisper.
